After all that has happened. After all their quarrels, misunderstandings and fights, they were still two people driven by the same purpose.
To bring peace. True peace.
That’s what they’ve been telling themselves. God. Savior. The Sage of Six Paths. Yet were they really like that or was it all just a automatic response? A title they selfishly gave themselves in their attempt to guide others only to become absorbed by it.
Even the most insignificant of humans can call himself king, and that didn’t mean he was one.
At core, Nagato was very different from Madara. The elderly couldn’t conceive being anything else other than the Savior of this World, Infinite Tsukoyomi being the ultimate salvation. He was right however. The system had to fall. The shinobi were cause of a cycle of killing from vengeance. They had the power to.
And this was where their philosophies differed: it is in the our very existence as living beings that we shall bear conflict and hate. However so much hate, so much death, so many quarrels that escalate into full fledged fights. War. It wasn’t right. People did not understand one another, they see the differences and stick with their preconceptions.
And he wanted peace! But not as an illusion. But as a reality. White true peace didn’t exist; a more peaceful way did. And it was enough for him.
After all their quarrels, misunderstandings and fights, despite their different resolves and thinking, Nagato still admired his father.
